I don’t know what our fearless leader was talking about when he said we’d recovered from the depression he began, but, from a numbers standpoint, the day he stuck his head under the covers appears to have begun a domino-effect of five heads ducking under covers, all of us becoming unclear whose turn it was, and us falling about 15,000 words behind. As soon as the seal cracked on our accountability to each other, we all got a little lazy, myself included. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and 10 pm rolled around with me drowsy full of tryptophan and wine and not even caught up on reading the novel and I said, Surely no one was planning on writing before noon tomorrow, went to bed, got up this morning and sent an apathetic apology to Matt who said, actually, he was planning on writing this morning.
Oops.
Now the question is: HOW WILL WE EVER CATCH UP???
As with the nation’s economic depression, I’m sure the path to recovery is, like we’ve been reminded over and over, a slow and steady one. Problem is: we only have four more days.
With all the struggling that the five of us have had in sharing this large task, I, for one, am amazed that anyone does this alone, let alone a reported 164 others in Iowa City. And I applaud them. Hats off to you, Iowa City NaNoWriMo-ers! You are brave, dedicated and wonderfully verbose!
